I have never hated anything so much
This place makes me disgusted
With everything that is around me
The people,
The mechanics of the job
The inability of others to do a job successfully
That requires so little from me to do it flawlessly
The smell of alcohol on his breath
And his clothes every morning
It makes me hate alcohol
It makes me never want to touch a drop of it
And affect someone else’s day by my debauchery again
I hate his triggers
The parts of his brain that have failed him
The way his father has enabled his behavior
And allowed his dis-function to create familiarity
I hate how it’s allowed
And we’re expected to negotiate his insanity
I hate the deadbeat idiots
That parade thru the office day in and day out
With such agony over the nonsense I call a job
I hate the shooting, stabbing pain in my shoulder
And my wrist everyday
I want to walk
I hate that something as ridiculous as money makes me stay
